It started with a walk with my grandsons some years ago now; my hubby and I had taken them on a wagon ride in our neighbourhood and at the end of the street, there is a deep gully and magnificent views of the lake and hills.
“Are we at the end of the world?” the oldest one asked. In his four year old eyes, it certainly seemed that way.
So the end of the world it became, and we have taken many wagon rides with them enjoying the world of imagination. I even wrote a little book for them about it, complete with pictures.
The story is about the little green wagon and how it finds the end of the world. Of course all the grandchildren want to go, but some live far away.
This past week two more little grandchildren got to see the end of the world. They live far away and it was so wonderful to have them here. The littlest one wasn’t even born when I wrote the story.
“Would you like to go to the end of the world”, I asked the five year old? I showed him the book. “Oh, we have that book,” he said!” Well of course, I had sent it to them! But now we dusted off the green wagon and with their daddy’s help navigated our way to the end of the world. So much fun!!